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I sexually fantasize over seeing her naked and having sex with her naked body. I sexually fantasize over her seeing me naked and having sex with my naked body. I love her mother. I love Jennifer. I want my wife's mother instead of my wife.
It sounds crazy but this is my story and I'm sticking with it. Hopefully Jennifer will find my story and read my story. Hopefully, Jennifer will be as sexually aroused reading my story as I'm sexually excited writing my story. I imagine her masturbating herself while reading my story in the way that I masturbated myself while writing this story. Hopefully, my mother-in-law will sexually want me as much as I sexually want her.
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After my wife left for work, I left the story in my room and under my mattress. While my wife worked her 12-hour shift at the hospital and I was at work for the day, I wondered about my wife's mother. Knowing my mother-in-law would be in our bedroom to make our bed, with the story tucked in the very edge between the mattress and box spring, once she lifted the mattress to change the bedding, I knew she'd find my story. While thinking of Jennifer home alone and reading my story after finding my story, I had a hard time concentrating at work.
'What will she think,' I wondered? 'Will she be sexually excited or will she be angry. Will she masturbate herself while reading my story or will she call my wife outraged and tell her about the inappropriate sexual story I wrote for her to find?'
All day, I wondered if she found the story and read the story. All day, I wondered, if she did find the story and read the story, what she thought about the story. I hoped to make her as sexually aroused reading my story as I was sexually excited hiring a professional writer to help write my story.
I hoped my mother-in-law was as sexually attracted to me as I was sexually attracted to her. While reading my story, I wondered if she'd be as sexually aroused as I was sexually excited. I imagined her rubbing her clit and fingering her nipples in the way that I stroked my cock. It would be so hot if she masturbated herself while reading my story in the way that I masturbated myself while imagining my mother-in-law masturbating while reading my story.
In the way that I'd love my mother-in-law to see me naked while watching me masturbate myself, I'd love to see my mother-in-law naked while watching her masturbate herself. In the way that I'd love her to watch me stroking my prick, I'd love to watch her rubbing her clit. It would be thrilling to know that my mother-in-law masturbated over imagining me naked while imagining having sex with me in the way that I masturbate over imagining her naked while imagining having sex with her.
'How hot would that be if I sexually aroused her to masturbate herself while reading my story,' I thought?
In the way that I'd love to catch her masturbating, I'd love her to catch me masturbating. In the way that I'd love her to see the expression that I have on my face when getting close to cumming, I've love to see the expression she has on her face when she's close to cumming. In the way that I'd love her to watch and hear me cum, I'd love to watch and hear her cum. In the way that I'd love her to watch me shoot my load of cum, I'd love to watch her cum before falling back on her pillow while enjoying the afterglow of sex.
Then, the dread of remorse washed over me like a fever. 'What if she's not sexually attracted me in the way that I'm sexually attracted to her,' I thought? 'What if she doesn't sexually want her son-in-law in the way that I sexually want my mother-in-law? What if she wouldn't betray her daughter by having sex with me in the way that I'd betray my wife by having sex with her mother? What if she thought my story was disgusting instead of sexually exciting? After reading my story, what if instead of being sexually attracted to me, she despises me?'
All that day, unable to concentrate at work, I drove myself insane with sexual excitement mixed with worry, guilt, and remorse.